KISS MY ASS: The Damned Crew Book 1

by M. G Rayne

  “Not gonna happen, Pretty Bird.”

  “You keep saying that, fuckface. Why won't you let me move?”

  “Because I'm comfy and you're warm.” Yeah, cause that makes perfect sense.

  “Why wouldn’t you leave me last night?” His body tenses. Let’s see how honest he is willing to be.

  “You are in my bed. I wasn’t sleeping on the floor.” Bullshit.

  “Bullshit! You could have easily tossed me in any other room. Why didn’t you?”

  “Because, I didn’t.” Now this is the guy I know. He’s angry, growling with each second I question him.

  “What’s up, baby? Cat got your tongue?” Sarcasm drips into my voice. Yeah, I really can't help myself sometimes and ruffling Kane’s feathers is just too much fun.

  “Fuck you.” Awww, someone’s too easy today.

  “Oooooo, someone’s in a pissy mood.” Did I hit my head last night? I’m talking to him like I would with people I actually like. I must have done, but fuck it, just seeing his face as I torment him is soooo worth it. Pinned beneath him, huh. What? When?

  “Kiss me.” I’m shocked.

  “Huh?”

  “Kiss me, Pretty Bird.” Has he got a split personality disorder or something?

  “No.” How can he even think I would want to?

  His lips crash down on mine. Motherfucker! My body takes over even though my mind is still in the what the fuck is happening stage. His kiss is brutal, erratic even. I can’t help myself. I match him in his brutality. With a groan he presses me further into the mattress, his cock grinding on me. Stop! You have to stop this! My brain is screaming at me to stop, I’m at war with myself, head against body. Fuck it, what harm will it do? I don’t even realize I’m half naked beneath him. Our skin touches as he grinds even harder. Fuck me. When did he lose his jeans? The heat between us is growing by the second. Lifting my hips, I manage to roll us both over. The shocked expression on his face is so worth it. Leaning forward I start kissing my way down the side of his neck to his collarbone. His Tattoos. Leaning back, I grind myself harder. I can get a good look at him now. Eyeing his tattoos, I can’t make out what they are but they are amazing all the same. He isn’t going to go all caveman on me this time. It’s my turn to control how this goes.

  “Don’t move.” He looks at me like I have grown a second head. A glint of something under his pillow catches my attention, reaching forward I grab it. My palm curls round the handle of a knife. Sweet. I rip it out of its hiding spot and hold it against his throat. His eyes widen even further.

  “Don’t fucking move, Kane.” The sense of power that runs through my veins is such a rush. Having this beast beneath me not daring to move is like a drug.

  Circling my hips, I draw a groan from his throat.

  “Babe, what are you doing?”

  “Stay still. How goddamn hard is that? And for fuck’s sake, shut up. I’m running the show.”

  Picking up from where I left off earlier, I start kissing across his collarbone, then make my way down toward his chest. I keep going, then just as I get to his stomach he shivers. Lifting my eyes to his I realize the knife in my hand has worked its way down to his chest with me still holding it. Well shit, that's a turn on. I pass his belly button. Exploring his body further, my kisses have ventured above his hip. I bite down. His upper body wrenches up on the mattress as a roar tears from deep within him. His whole body is shaking with need as he lands flat again.

  Smirking to myself, I slide the knife further which causes another shiver within his body.

  “Take them off!” doing as I ask. He is now stark naked in front of me.

  I lick my lips at his rock-hard cock, one of my hands is on his hip and the other is keeping the knife in place. Opening my mouth, I swallow his cock as far down my throat as I can.

  “Jeeeeesus.” I hum with approval which causes vibrations in my throat.

  “Fuck, Babe, suck my dick before I blow my load.” Such a cocky fucker.

  Not able to resist the temptation anymore, I pick up my pace so my head is bobbing faster and faster on his cock. The groans and thrashing are driving my need insane. The need to touch myself is a burning inferno. Just as I’m about to reach down to relieve some pressure...

  “Open wide,” he orders with a growl. Playing nice, I do as he says.

  He grips my hips and spins me. Before I have a chance to process the new position we are in, his mouth is on me. Holy shit. His tongue, fuck me, his tongue. He’s eating me out like I'm his favorite meal. Flattening his tongue, he swipes up from my clit to my asshole. A muffled moan tries to leave my mouth, with his cock still down my throat it causes us both to tremble. This is a war in itself. It’s a war I'm going to win. Widening my legs, I drop further onto his face. I swallow which allows his cock to slide past my gag reflex. Muffled sounds come from under me.

  “Fuck, Fuck, Fuck.”

  My orgasm is building fast, so I start to hum one of my favorite songs. This is torture of the best kind. We are wild and violent, but daaaaamn if this shit isn't amazing. Fuuuuuck. Biting down on my clit sends a shock wave through me. While his cock is still in my mouth, I scream as he roars. I swallow every last bit of cum down my throat, then lick every last drop from him. He shudders again. Whack! The bastard has just slapped my ass. With a grin, I roll myself to the side. Fuck me, for such an asshole he is amazing with his mouth. Waiting for my body to come back down to reality, we are both still wrapped up in a mass of legs and my emotions are a jumbled mess. The fucker is starting to grow on me. What the hell? Yeah, I've had a couple of mind-blowing orgasms from him. But seriously me and him can never happen.

  I really wish I could talk to someone.

  Shit! Mel.

  Chapter Twelve

  Reika

  I’m such a shitty fucking person. How the fuck could I forget about her? I try to untangle myself from his legs.

  “Pretty Bird, what’s going on?” Concern fills his face, which makes me feel even worse.

  Frantically kicking my legs to untangle ourselves, I accidently kick Kane in the junk. Oops! Without another thought I am off the bed within a matter of seconds, trying my damndest to pull all my clothes back on.

  “Babe, talk to me. What the hell is going on?”

  I can’t believe I forgot about her. I am such an asshole.

  “You're no asshole, Reika.” Is he a fucking mind reader or something?

  “What the fuck? How did you know I said that in my head?”

  “You didn't.”

  Fucking great. Finally, I have my clothes in place and I'm off like a rocket out the door, charging full speed ahead, not paying attention to what I am doing. I don't see the person step out of another room until it's too late.

  “Watch where you’re going, you stupid bitch.” Frosty glares at me with hate filled eyes. What’s his damn problem?

  “Sorry, man. Didn’t see you there.”

  “Aww, has my brother finally kicked Pretty Bird’s ass to the curb?” I really don't want to be dealing with an idiot today, but his words get under my skin.

  “Listen up, Frosty. I don’t know what your fucking problem is with me. If you have something to say, spit it out.”

  “I don’t like you. My brother has taken a shine to you for some reason. But mark my words, darling, your ass will be out of here soon.” His words remind me of Barbies.

  “Wow. What do you want me to do? Cry just because you don’t like me? I don’t give a shit and me and Kane have fucked once. That’s all it is.” This is really adding to my mood and I find my mouth has taken full control.

  “You can’t control who he fucks. So what if it's a couple of rolls in the sack? Don’t worry, Frosty, I ain’t trying to steal your brother.” He steps closer to me with his nostrils flaring.

  “He will get rid of you, but if he doesn't, I will make him. Blood is thicker than water, Bitch. Remember that.”

  I can’t help myself. I laugh in his face at his attempt to threaten me. Serio
usly, do men assume just because I have different equipment than them that I’m going to be scared of them? Fucking idiots the lot of them.

  Still chuckling to myself I head in the direction of what I am hoping are the stairs to take me out of this place. Thank fuck. After God knows how long searching this place, I finally find the front door.

  “So, you didn’t kill each other?”

  “Clearly not since I am standing here. What do you want, Marcus? I got shit to do!”

  “What’s your plans for today, Hellion?”

  “I have shit to do. See you around, Marcus.”

  “We got things to discuss, Hellion. I’ll join you.”

  He can talk all he wants, doesn’t mean I’ll be listening.

  We are heading out of town and surprisingly he hasn’t uttered a single word yet. I can’t help but side eye him, it doesn’t make sense. Seeing the garage, I know that I am going to catch shit from Tom if he spots me. I can’t tell him about Mel. Managing to make it inside without being noticed, Marcus is on my heels. He's like a lost puppy that won’t piss off and leave you alone.

  “Make yourself at home. I need to get changed and find my phone.” A smirk comes across his face.

  “Here.” Dropping my eyes to what he has just pulled out his pocket, I see that it is my phone.

  “You stole it?” What a prick, bet the nosey little shit tried to have a look through it too.

  “I didn't, I picked it up off the floor.”

  “Huh. Ok, sorry.” My emotions are a bit all over the place at the moment. Why have you just told him that? Even my inner voice is pissed off with me.

  “You and Kane?” Why do people think that there is anything going on between us?

  “No, I’ve got shit to deal with that’s all,” I spit through gritted teeth.

  “Marcus, can I ask you something?”

  “Sure.”

  “You know anything about The Butcher or The Damned Crew?” If he has lived here a long time, surely he will know something. I need to figure out what they want.

  “Why are you asking, Hellion?” I can’t put into words how he is currently looking at me, but he definitely knows something about either of them.

  “I’ve been hearing stories, that's all.” A girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do, and if that means I have to bullshit my way through this, I will.

  “The Butcher is a psycho assassin of sorts. The Damned Crew, never heard of them.”

  “How come, everyone has heard of The Damned Crew?”

  “I don’t know. Me and my brothers have worked since teenagers and built what we have today. Plus we don’t listen to gossip.”

  “Huh. So you guys don’t sit around knitting sweaters and talking shit then?”

  “No, Hellion. We sit around with a beer in hand and talk about who we fucked the night before.”

  “Fair point.” Would Kane shoot the shit with the guys about me? The thought alone makes my stomach turn.

  “Are we gonna get started on the shit you need to do, as you put it?”

  Grimacing, I head off for a shower and change of clothes. My mind is still working over how I feel about Kane possibly talking about me with the guys.

  Back up bitch. So what if he does? It’s not like you want anything more from him, is it?

  Giving myself a mental shake, I put my big girl panties on and say fuck it. I don’t want anything more with him. Just because I get butterflies when I see him, it means nothing. Feelings are overrated.

  “You ready, Hellion?”

  When I make it back into the room, I see Marcus is pacing.

  “What the fuck took you so long?”

  “You sure you want to come, Marcus? I’m having my hair done.” The look on this face is priceless. That’s a big fat hell no.

  “Hell no. I’m not coming to a hair appointment with you.” I honestly couldn't have thought of anything better to get Cheshire off my case. I don’t want him coming with me. I need to track down my boy, Rick, and see what he can find out. Marcus is out the door like his ass is on fire. Chuckling to myself, I follow him out. Hang on. He came here with me. How is he gonna get back?

  “How you getting back, dude?” He shuffles his feet. Neither of us thought that far ahead.

  “Uuuuuum.” Don’t be an asshole, Reika.

  “Get in, I'll drop you off on the way as I’m heading out to Dead Man’s Bay.”

  “Huh. Why there? We’ve got perfectly good salons around here.”

  “My girl, Becca, is amazing at doing hair. I won’t allow anyone else to get their mitts on me.”

  “My brother has.” Brilliant, Reika, you walked your ass straight into that one, didn’t you?

  “Keep talking, dude, and your ass is walking. You get me?”

  “Yeah, yeah I hear you, Hellion.”

  He’s going to be a pain in the ass for the foreseeable future.

  Cheshire has been dropped off. Thank fuck for that. I definitely would have stabbed the little asshole if he had made one more joke about me and Kane. Hopefully the drive out here isn’t for fuck all or my stabby mood is gonna get worse. Come to think of it, why the fuck haven’t I been in another match up yet?

  I’m not surprised I haven't heard from Alexander, I did beat his ass after all, but still. Something isn’t right about this and not having a match up since the big man explains my emotions being all over the place. If Rick isn’t at the hollow, I’ll head on down to Andre’s; two birds, one stone. My phone starts vibrating on the passenger seat so I pull over.

  Unknown Number:

  Meet Langdale Lane

  30 minutes….

  What the Fuck! Who in the hell asking me to meet up with them? Like hell, I don’t fucking think so.

  Unknown Number:

  We know what you are planning...

  Meet us to have a talk about our plans

  and your friend!!

  What I’m planning? Any normal person would just call the cops or something but I'm not normal. Screeching to a halt I check the glove compartment for my 9mm Glock and knives. I check that the magazine is already in; it’s full. Thank fuck there’s another one around here somewhere. Rummaging around the cab, bingo. I spot my leather jacket in the foot well too. Strapping a knife to my ankle, I check it doesn’t show through my jeans. Next the other tucks onto my left hip. The knife strap is a thin supple leather that's virtually undetectable under clothes. Tucking the Glock into the back of my jeans and putting the other magazine in a pocket of my jacket I’m ready to fuck shit up.

  Pulling up further down Langdale Road I scan the area, they’re not here yet. Checking the time, it’s been 29 minutes since the message. Where the fuck are they? Getting out of the truck, I check in both directions to try to spot any vehicles coming this way. Nothing. My body is starting to get jittery, I got a bad feeling about this. I’m standing in the middle of nowhere on a dirt road surrounded by forest. Nobody in their right mind would put themselves in this situation. Mel, you're doing this for her.

  Now I'm getting pissed. Why do people ask you to meet them then not turn up? I was hoping to fuck some shit up today.

  A whistle comes from somewhere behind me, Fucking games. I fucking hate games.

  Following the noise, I notice someone standing between two large trees.

  “You The Reaper?”

  “Yeah. Who the fuck are you?”

  “Follow me.” I watch him walk off after his command. I have to run just to catch up to him.

  We’ve been walking for about ten minutes and I am just about to ask him if he is planning on killing me. Well, he can try. Suddenly we step out into a clearing. How didn’t I know this was here? It’s beautiful. Bringing my senses back. this isn’t a time to be daydreaming, I notice six other men standing around the area. Looking them over, it’s pretty obvious they are goons for someone. But who? All eyes are on me, some with smug looks on their faces, while others are staring into space like they would rather be anywhere else.

  Just as
I’m about to open my mouth two impeccably dressed guys walk into the center of the circle. Both of them are suited and booted up to the nines. Must be the ones who run this show.

  “Ah, how nice to finally meet you, Reaper,” says one of the men who walks right up to me. There’s such a thing as personal space, asshole. I can’t place his accent, it's definitely not from around here.

  “You got me here. Now who are you?” Unease stirs under my skin.

  He walks around me in a slow circle, looks me up and down like someone would a cow at a cattle market.

  “You, my girl, are not what I expected. I have heard talk of the notorious Reaper.”

  “Well, you can’t please everybody I guess.” Is he hoping to offend me? If that's the case he needs to try harder than that.

  “Well, this chit-chat is pleasant and all, but we have business to discuss.” Yeah, like why the fuck I am here and where is Mel?

  “Yeah, we do. First, where is Mel?” He turns to face the man behind him and clicks his fingers. Another bastard with a God complex! Fucking great. Clearly understanding what that command means, he makes his way out of the clearing.

  “Have you made any headway with what your dad kept from us?” Motherfucker! This is the prick from the last phone call. Anger roars through my veins, if they have hurt her every single one of them dies. Keep calm! Find out if she's ok first.

  “No, I haven’t got a fucking clue what shit you are on about.”

  “Your dear old daddy made a deal with us. I would have what was owed to me when the time was right.”

  “I don’t know anything about a deal. I was a child.” This dude is two planks short of half a brain. How has he got into the position he is in, while talking so much shit? His personality reminds me of Dory from Finding Nemo.

  “You really don’t know anything about your dad, do you?”

  Grunts and groans from the far side of the clearing catch my attention. Muffled screams follow the groans. No! No! The guy that left earlier comes back into view, dragging a body that can barely stand along with him. I can’t believe my eyes. Mel is in a right state, her clothes are disgusting. Her body is covered in grime and shadows that look like bruising from this distance are all over her body. White light bursts behind my eyes. He lied.